June 2, 2015
The Dust of Play
The taste of dry mountain air is metallic, like sucking on a cold copper coin. It sits at the back of the...
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Reflections
June 2, 2015
The Weight of a Wing
There is a profound stillness in the way a creature rests. We often move through the world with a heavy stride, convinced...
June 2, 2015
A Thousand Tiny Suns
I spent an hour this morning trying to untangle a string of fairy lights I pulled from the attic. They were knotted...
